Was violence of hate and evil—
Yet all its form seemed passionless,
A corpse that held a devil!...
But who shall say the hands were its
That made within his throat these pits?—
They found him dead; and by him, one
Who clasped him close, a skeleton.
Was violence of hate and evil—
Yet all its form seemed passionless,
A corpse that held a devil!...
But who shall say the hands were its
That made within his throat these pits?—
They found him dead; and by him, one
Who clasped him close, a skeleton.